As the [bad word] to pass
I prepare myself to ask
Never knowing what [bad word] Close the door and turn the key
Reeling in uncertainty
As my heart begins to race

I see all things
From my mind's innocence
When they call me
I hear their prophecy

You say I must
Face my own deliverance
Did you choose me
Have I lost sanity

These eyes can see right through me
I feel your soul inside
What have you waiting for me
I'll do what you decide

And now this possession [bad word] my obsession
Adrift in illusion
I'm sent into confusion

Such torment and sadness
That overwhelms like madness
So fearful and intense
It burns inside

I'll spread the word
Around the world
My name will last
Eternally

I have the power
I have the choice
They'll hear my voice
For centuries

Pandora's Box is opened
Too late no turning round
paradox has woken
I serve with honor bound

I take this possession
And make it my obsession
Alive in illusion
To make sense from confusion [bad word] torment come sadness
Give me the joy of madness
This fear and this [bad word] deep inside

This deepest possession
For my life
I want this obsession
In my life
I claim this possession
Take my life